some days, reality is suffocating
so we turn inward and drown
ourselves under the weight
of our own thoughts and
let our demons feed on
our deepest insecurities
we get so used to it that we don’t feel
our bodies screaming in pain,
craving for a taste of fresh air
or even just a moment of stillness
we forget we have arms and legs
aching to swim across the sea
we forget that our thoughts are
merely soft clouds passing by
because
we are not our thoughts
we are not our thoughts
we are not our thoughts

we forget that
all we need to do is
breathe